okay.
results are out this friday.
God bless me, amen.


i'd liken it to a stupor.
a spur of the moment.
a tad of lost consciousness.
but who could've helped it.
with the heavy thickness of night weighing upon my being.
susceptible, retrospectively unacceptable.
thought i'd wake up to find it all pass.
a secret desire pushed back into the recesses.
but, either i havent woken up.
or i've lost my common sense.


so what they say is true.
invest in getting yourself busy and naturally.
it takes your mind off what you're not supposed to be thinking of.
if not for just a little while.
of precious relief.


its bewildering how i can get so absorbed.
that i dont even want be part of anything around me.
makes it way easy to lose track of time.
cause its just nice going back to that sensation.
most of the time, its a loud noise.
or another figure growing larger that snaps me back.
is this being dreamy or plain unproductive?


a day in the foolish sea.
makes maturity much appreciated.


oh yes, how could i forget.
you're not here.
doubt you ever will be.


our day will come
if we just wait a while
no tears for us
think love and wear a smile.

perfection at 6:59 PM